Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.